[ Myung bites his lip, a little harder than strictly necessary, eyes very heavy lidded as he looks at Junsu, jerks him off slow and steady. He wants to be doing just this until Junsu comes, but - sex is a give and take, not just one or the other, and so Myung takes a deep breath, pulling back just enough to chuck his shirt over his head, and pull his sweats down enough to expose himself, before his hand is back on Junsu. ]
You wanna - touch me? Please. Please.
[ It's a give and take, and Myung wants to get off, too. ]
[ junsu nods even as his hand is already wrapping around myung's cock, matching the way he's touching him. he wants to do more, faster, harder — but he'll give exactly as he's getting.
slow and steady. thumb running over the tip when his hand gets there, shifting his thigh to encourage him to keep grinding down against him if he wants.
[ The moan that Myung lets out when Junsu touches him sounds wrecked, ripped right out of him, and he doubles over, hips moving into Junsu's hold, a shiver running down his spine. His own touch falters for a second before he gets some control back, moving a little faster now.
It's all too easy to lean into another kiss, a little desperate now, a lot sloppier than they were before, a little bit filthy. ]
[ myung sounds hot, as if junsu needed to be more turned on than he is right now, as if even the way he was kissing him now wasn't making him feel closer and closer to the edge.
his touch is faster now, urging him on, and junsu's hips lift off the bed a bit before he matches myung's pace, easing back from the kiss to watch him, lips reddened and slick, eyes. he kind of wants to get his mouth on myung, too, to taste him and make him fall apart like that.
so he stops touching him, nudging him so he falls back on the bed and rolling on top of him, pressing a kiss to his chest and sternum and then hip before wrapping his lips around his cock, hand at his base moving in time. ]
[ Well, fuck. One second he's on top, in control, about ready to make Junsu beg, and the next he's on his back and Junsu's mouth is on his dick and Myung lets out another broken sound, quite close to a whine, because he loves getting blown, but also he was so close to getting Junsu off and now he can't touch him. ]
Dirty pool, babe, that's - dirty pool, fuuuuu-
[ Myung's back arches, feeling how he's already dripping in Junsu's mouth, so hot and wet and amazing, pushing his hips down into the mattress, not wanting to fuck things up by thrusting into Junsu's mouth uninvited. ]
[ junsu would laugh if he could. he can't do it without choking right now, though, so he just keeps working his mouth, his throat, around myung. he keeps his hands moving over his thighs, light nails dragging over skin, one hand sneaking between his legs for gentle touches to his balls.
he has one thing in mind, and that's getting myung off, tasting even more of him than he already does. he pulls back a bit, not completely off him, but enough so that when he looks up at him, it's obvious he's giving him permission. there's a bit of a smirk on his lips, too. yeah, he knows he just flipped this over on him completely, and he's smug about it.
but myung really doesn't need to keep his hips pinned back on the bed. ]
[ Jesus Christ, that's all hardly fair. He was doing such a good job, and now he's the one who's going to fall apart first because he doesn't have the strength to pull Junsu off of him and turn the table over again, no, not right now, not when he's this close and Junsu's mouth feels so good.
Maybe Myung has a bit of a thing for blowjobs, especially receiving them, and maybe he's really, really goddamn weak and he wants to watch Junsu's thick, beautiful gorgeous lips stretched around his cock, and he wants, he wants, he wants.
He lets out a low groan when their eyes meet, reading the permission there, and he takes a deep, harsh breath through his nose as he starts moving, more careful than he really wants, just rolling his hips and seeing his Junsu likes it. ]
[ he could pull away to say good and that's what i want and come in my mouth then, but instead he just doubles his efforts, shows myung how open his mouth and throat are, how he can take all of him without trouble.
he moans, too, wanting to make it clear he likes this, loves this. he reaches for myung's hand, buries it into his hair. silently telling him he can hold on, fuck up into his mouth in earnest and finish that way. it's what junsu wants, too. his own arousal almost forgotten, wanting to see myung fall apart and taste him on his tongue. ]
[ A very tiny part of Myung thinks, not fair, because he wants to see Junsu lose his shit, too, but. It's really a very small part, and most of his thoughts are completely wrapped on how good Junsu's mouth feels around his cock, how hot and wet and filthy, and he starts moving his hips more, unable to resist. Junsu moves one of Myung's hands into his hair and okay, okay, there's no way he can fight this, there's no way he can get the upper hand again, here.
Sure, he's losing, but is he?
He lets out a few more high pitched noises, more and more sounding like the warnings they are, as he rolls his hips into Junsu's mouth and tilts his head down to watch and fuck but Junsu has a mouth made for this.
And then he's coming, hips raised off of the mattress, thighs tense, fingers clenching tight in Junsu's hair as he grunts and whimpers, his brain going completely offline. ]
[ junsu keeps his mouth on him through it, until he's completely lax against the bed. he presses a few kisses along his softening length when he pulls off, giggles softly to himself. he really made myung fall apart, here, and he's so proud of himself and smug about it. ]
You okay, baby?
[ he kisses up his chest, licks at a nipple before settling at his side, watching him with a playful smile. ]
[ Myung lets out an explosive breath when he's able to breathe once more, staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes. And to think he only came over to make out a little. Yeah, sure. As if.
Junsu is looking stupidly proud, and Myung groans, rolling to his side to face him, hand going straight back to Junsu's cock as he leans in, nuzzling him with a nod. ]
[ junsu giggles, but it sounds a little funny, a bit strained, with myung's hand on him. he'd been so close before, and doing this was hot enough that he's still not too far from close. ]
[ Now, that giggle sounds cute. Myung's far from being as coordinated as he was earlier, but he's still perfectly able to give Junsu a handjob, and a good one, at that. He twists his wrists, palms at the tip, licks and kisses at Junsu's neck. ]
[ junsu hums, but can't really answer, getting lost in myung's perfect hand, amazing fingers, beautiful lips and tongue on his neck. it takes under a minute to have him writhing, gasping and whining myung's name before he tenses, coming over myung's hand with a little cry and fingers digging into his back.
it's his turn to be breathless and speechless and looking dazed. his eyes fall to myung, and he cracks a lazy, tired smile, huffs and wipes some sweat from his temple. ]
[ Ah, yeah, watching Junsu come is so goddamn satisfying. He's so beautiful, and Myung can't quite help the way he licks his fingers clean, barely thinking about it. ]
Okay, baby? [ He repeats Junsu's words to him, smiling a little smugly, too. ]
[ Myung just pulls Junsu closer, hiding his smile in his shoulder, feeling way too good right now to even consider leaving, or moving, or anything like having an awkward talk about it. This is nice. He wants to keep this, now. ]
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You wanna - touch me? Please. Please.
[ It's a give and take, and Myung wants to get off, too. ]
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slow and steady. thumb running over the tip when his hand gets there, shifting his thigh to encourage him to keep grinding down against him if he wants.
he surges up, too, leaning on his elbow ]
Kiss me again.
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It's all too easy to lean into another kiss, a little desperate now, a lot sloppier than they were before, a little bit filthy. ]
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his touch is faster now, urging him on, and junsu's hips lift off the bed a bit before he matches myung's pace, easing back from the kiss to watch him, lips reddened and slick, eyes. he kind of wants to get his mouth on myung, too, to taste him and make him fall apart like that.
so he stops touching him, nudging him so he falls back on the bed and rolling on top of him, pressing a kiss to his chest and sternum and then hip before wrapping his lips around his cock, hand at his base moving in time. ]
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Dirty pool, babe, that's - dirty pool, fuuuuu-
[ Myung's back arches, feeling how he's already dripping in Junsu's mouth, so hot and wet and amazing, pushing his hips down into the mattress, not wanting to fuck things up by thrusting into Junsu's mouth uninvited. ]
You w-were getting c-close -
[ What are words. ]
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he has one thing in mind, and that's getting myung off, tasting even more of him than he already does. he pulls back a bit, not completely off him, but enough so that when he looks up at him, it's obvious he's giving him permission. there's a bit of a smirk on his lips, too. yeah, he knows he just flipped this over on him completely, and he's smug about it.
but myung really doesn't need to keep his hips pinned back on the bed. ]
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Maybe Myung has a bit of a thing for blowjobs, especially receiving them, and maybe he's really, really goddamn weak and he wants to watch Junsu's thick, beautiful gorgeous lips stretched around his cock, and he wants, he wants, he wants.
He lets out a low groan when their eyes meet, reading the permission there, and he takes a deep, harsh breath through his nose as he starts moving, more careful than he really wants, just rolling his hips and seeing his Junsu likes it. ]
I'm not gonna - last -
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he moans, too, wanting to make it clear he likes this, loves this. he reaches for myung's hand, buries it into his hair. silently telling him he can hold on, fuck up into his mouth in earnest and finish that way. it's what junsu wants, too. his own arousal almost forgotten, wanting to see myung fall apart and taste him on his tongue. ]
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Sure, he's losing, but is he?
He lets out a few more high pitched noises, more and more sounding like the warnings they are, as he rolls his hips into Junsu's mouth and tilts his head down to watch and fuck but Junsu has a mouth made for this.
And then he's coming, hips raised off of the mattress, thighs tense, fingers clenching tight in Junsu's hair as he grunts and whimpers, his brain going completely offline. ]
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You okay, baby?
[ he kisses up his chest, licks at a nipple before settling at his side, watching him with a playful smile. ]
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Junsu is looking stupidly proud, and Myung groans, rolling to his side to face him, hand going straight back to Junsu's cock as he leans in, nuzzling him with a nod. ]
M'okay. Sorry, words are hard.
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Because I made you feel that good?
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Huh-uh. You did. You really did.
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it's his turn to be breathless and speechless and looking dazed. his eyes fall to myung, and he cracks a lazy, tired smile, huffs and wipes some sweat from his temple. ]
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Okay, baby? [ He repeats Junsu's words to him, smiling a little smugly, too. ]
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[ and it was... really nice. and fun. and he feels good, around myung. ]
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I'm glad. I'll do it again whenever you want.